The Greek's Pregnant Bride

She’d been a revelation.

And now he got to experience and taste her all over again.

But this time there would be no pain. Only pleasure.

Wrapping an arm around her and cradling the back of her head with his other hand, he pulled her flush against him and slanted his mouth over the soft, plump lips he’d spent the past two months dreaming about.

She sighed into him and rested her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into him as her lips parted to allow his tongue to sweep into her warmth.

He stroked her back, up and down, exploring the silky skin anew, then down her sides to the top of her stockings.

She broke the kiss, nuzzling her mouth against his jaw and down into his neck, her hair tickling him.

‘You taste divine,’ she murmured, the first words she’d uttered since she’d left the bathroom.

made

and tugged it back gently so he could look

kiss him, deeply, passionately, her hands crawling up

bra and undid it. She released her hold on him, enabling him to pull the straps down her arms and

hands could cup them perfectly, everything about them. Pregnancy had swollen them. He didn’t know if it was a trick of the

was the only person in the world who knew Alessandra’s breasts were

his child was growing inside her that

lift her a touch, he dipped his head and

fingers through his hair, arching her back to thrust her chest forward and into

palm against the small of her back to steady her, his free hand roaming until he found the clasp of her suspenders.

the deftness he’d acquired over the years gone. It was as if he’d never tried to undo

her, filling his senses with her sultry,

tugged at a stocking and felt the material rip in his fingers. He grabbed the material of the other and did the same, then clasped her bottom and leaned forward, using his strength to lay her flat on her back. The movement caused the bed sheet

to gaze at her, noting everything, from her short, shallow breaths to the jutting of her